ETHREAL

smooth like crystal, no more like glass

and i touch your quartz clavicle

and how is it you are not falling apart,

but you with your cold pale fingertips still radiate light bouncing off a diamond body

you are ethereal.

remind me how in this balancing act i am expected to sit tall, poised princess ripped by story books.

my body is wrapped around a post so tight to keep from falling and yet slipping anyways.

and you with your pristine looking-glass

immaculate.

stand Kaleidoscoped wide eyed

i let you catch me when i fall

and maybe we can tip the scales together.